Secret Buyer-Chapter 87: First Contact

"Whoa, what a cool bald head!"

Zhu Xiaoming touched his own bald head and looked at the handsome young man walking straight towards them, nudging Zhang Fusheng with his elbow:

"Is he your friend?"

Zhang Fusheng didn’t answer, squinting his eyes to scrutinize the young man.

This time, the young man wasn’t carrying that skinny woman on his back, but he was still holding a bone bowl in his hand.

The bowl was inlaid with gold and crystals, which might not be recognized by others at first glance, but Zhang Fusheng recognized it.

It was a bowl made from a skull.

Ninety percent probability it was the Buddha Son Du Mingsheng mentioned.

Zhang Fusheng stood still, silently gathering strength, his muscles tensing, with the Yin Snake True Intent swirling within them,

He was even ready to expose his Divine Realm.

The handsome young man had reached them.

The young man stopped, his face showing neither sadness nor joy, and with a flash, he stretched out his hand.

He touched Zhu Xiaoming’s bald head.

He praised:

"What a brilliant bald head."

With all his strength gathered, Zhang Fusheng almost couldn’t catch his breath, and the hidden force almost made him cough up blood.

"What are you doing, ouch!" Zhu Xiaoming smacked the young man’s hand away: "Coming right up and touching my head, dude, are you a pervert?"

The young man calmly replied with a smile:

"Little donor, I see you have natural wisdom roots, for this head to be born hairless, with a kind and charitable heart, yet it harbors an angry face disposition, truly you have the potential of a great Vajra quality."

He couldn’t stop praising:

"You are suitable to be a disciple of Silent Fury Venerate, perhaps in the future you will truly become an Angry Vajra, and serve as my protector."

Zhu Xiaoming was bewildered by the speech:

"What gibberish are you talking about? Joining a cult? Are you a cultist? Give me two hundred bucks first!"

The handsome young man seriously replied:

"The donor indeed has the potential of an Innate Vajra, born without hair, head shape perfect, curvature just right....."

He looked at Zhu Xiaoming’s bald head, praised it three times ’good, good, good’, and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it again.

Zhu Xiaoming screamed in fear:

"I know about foot fetishes, but are you into head(s)?!"

He jumped back a step, horrified, crossing his hands to cover his own bald head:

"Stay away! I’m not into head(s) fetishes, let me tell you, my brother is right here, he’s a tough guy who even tricks kids!"

Zhang Fusheng was speechless, feeling an urge to kick Zhu Xiaoming.

Unexpectedly, the handsome youth genuinely looked at him, appraising him up and down for a moment, then gently said:

"This donor, you possess the aura of a living Buddha."

Zhang Fusheng felt a shiver in his heart, his feet rooted firmly to the ground, able to attack or retreat in an instant.

The handsome youth continued:

"Being imbued with the aura of a living Buddha, and thickly so, indicates that the living Buddha is someone close to the donor, yet donor must be wary, as this person wields the insidious and treacherous Living Corpse Technique, I saw donor’s physique is untainted, cultivation extraordinary, perhaps you have already been targeted."

Thinking for a moment, he added:

"Of course, if donor recognizes the living Buddha, please tell him."

"Say that Silent Fury has arrived in Jiangzhou for the hunt, and he must prepare thoroughly, if the hunt is too easy, the reward from Great Black Heaven for Silent Fury will be lesser."

Zhang Fusheng’s eyelids twitched, living Buddha is my companion?

Living Corpse Technique, it must be related to the anomalies with Liu Zhengbang and the Governor...

Perhaps, the living Buddha is Niu Dali??

He revealed a smile:

"Since you’re hunting, why not take that living Buddha’s head directly?"

The young man seriously shook his head:

"I’m giving him time to prepare, he should know that I have already arrived."

Their conversation was mystical and confusing, leaving Zhu Xiaoming completely baffled:

"So you know each other then? Damn it, Old Zhang, did you bring him to mess with me?"

Silent Fury looked to Zhu Xiaoming:

"Did you just request ’two hundred bucks’, if received, would you join my cult?"

Zhu Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, then decisively opened the payment code:

"Well, pay up!"

Silent Fury paused for a moment:

"I don’t have such a thing, nor do I have money, but I can beg for alms."

He glanced at Zhang Fusheng, with a smile:

"Donor, was my reminder worth two hundred?"

Zhang Fusheng gave him a look,

Then transferred two hundred bucks to Zhu Xiaoming, who blinked in bewilderment.

"Mercy, mercy!"

Silent Fury sighed:

"Donor Zhu, after the hunt, I will come to guide you to join my cult."

"And to this donor....."

He looked at Zhang Fusheng, seemingly to repay the cause and effect of the two hundred bucks, calmly said:

"Donor, you are blinded by fury, clouded in heart, confused in mind, prone to reckless deeds — perhaps you are already caught in disasters, I beg of you, be cautious."

Zhang Fusheng’s expression slightly changed, just as he wanted to ask something, the handsome young man turned and left, swiftly.

Zhu Xiaoming was silent for a moment:

"Old Zhang, where did you find this guy, causing me nausea?"

He touched his bald head, full of speechlessness.

Zhang Fusheng temporarily ignored the ’caught in disaster’ matter, looking at him:

"The person I’m looking for? I suggest keeping today’s matter a secret. That guy is a real Buddha Son."

"Buddha Son? What the hell is that?"

The Federation maintains a strict watch against evil cults, ordinary people don’t even know their names.

Zhang Fusheng sighed lightly:

"I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse for you... Let’s go, find Teacher Liao."

.......

Liao Zhong leisurely sipped his tea.

He had a good grandpa, a grandpa who could call the shots in the Lower Three Districts.

Because of this, despite only having Fourth Refinement cultivation, not even as good as some Seed Level students, he could still be the head of the Martial Arts department.

And do whatever he wanted in Jiang University.

"Director..." The girl with a high ponytail looked dazed, panting lightly, "I don’t need resource support, I don’t want it anymore..."

Her head was spinning, her face flushed red, she wanted to struggle, but her limbs were powerless.

"Good girl."

Liao Zhong put down the teacup, began to undress, and smiled:

"I heard your family sold the house to pay your tuition? You wouldn’t want to be expelled for violating regulations, right?"

The girl gritted her teeth and struggled, "I didn’t violate..."

"I call the shots at Jiang University." Liao Zhong roughly grabbed her ponytail, yanked it hard, and threw her onto the sofa.

Outside the door, footsteps and conversation could be heard.

"What the hell is a Living Buddha or Buddha Son?"

"I’ll lend you two hundred bucks today, pay me back later..."

Liao Zhong wasn’t panicked at all, but instead got more excited - that’s why he chose the school, chose the office.

He stripped completely naked.

The girl wanted to scream for help, but in the end just closed her eyes, turned her head aside.

"Now that’s obedient..."

Liao Zhong smiled and said:

"Be quiet, or else someone might hear us."

The smile on his face grew wider, he was even beginning to think about who to pick next.

Someone without background, easy to bully... Last time, I almost got caught messing with a distant relative of Old Ghost Chai.

Hmm, there’s a Seed Level student among the freshmen, Chen Nuanyu...

He thought while walking forward, grabbing the student’s head, pulling her closer, pressing down.

The footsteps paused suddenly outside the door.

"The head’s office? I know, Old Zhang, you’re thinking of transferring to Martial Arts..."

’Bang!!’

The office door was kicked open.

"Who!!"

Liao Zhong shivered with fright, abruptly pushed the student’s head away, turned around angrily, saw two students standing outside the door,

Among them, the bald one was shouting ’holy shit’, while pulling up his collar to cover his face, trying to drag that little punk who kicked the door away.

Liao Zhong was first dumbfounded, then his anger flared up - he felt that this scare had made him a bit impotent!

"What department, what class are you from?!"

He roared, putting on his clothes, seeing that the delicate-looking boy picked up a pen, dismantling it while speaking to the bald one:

"You never believed me, so I brought you here today to see it with your own eyes, facts surpass everything... Oh, call Uncle Zhu, have him prepare to go to Dragon Boat City."

Liao Zhong’s face twisted with rage, he took a step, his figure whipped up a gust of wind, suddenly rushed forward!

"Old Zhang!"

The bald one’s pupils contracted, only having time to let out an exclamation.

Already at close range.

Liao Zhong scowled, reached out to grab, thinking if they had no background, he would just crush them.

His thick big hand was about to grab the two youths.

’Shh’

Liao Zhong froze.

He looked down, seeing the soft hollow pen core easily piercing through skin tough enough to stop bullets, penetrating into his heart.

He bewilderedly watched the crimson blood pumping out of the hollow pen core.

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

Liao Zhong heard the gentle voice of the delicate-looking boy, watched him lightly tap the pen core with a finger.

A cold feeling followed the pen core into his heart, then spread throughout his body.

Zhang Fusheng dragged the gasping Liao Zhong, tossed him onto the sofa, chuckling:

"Call Liao Xianji, have him come save you... You’re Fourth Refinement, should last about an hour."

Liao Zhong’s complexion quickly turned pale, lips trembling, one hand pressed on the pen core to stop the bleeding,

the other hand fumbled for the phone, eyes filled with fear and bewilderment.

The call connected.

"Grandpa!!"

He only managed to shout that one line.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and crushed his throat, the vitality of a Fourth Refinement martial artist was commendable, he wouldn’t die anytime soon.

Liao Zhong could only make choking noises, on the other end, Liao Xianji’s anxious shouts could be heard.

No response.

He walked forward, picked up a blanket, covered the girl’s bare body, left a spiritual imprint in the office.

"Let’s go, Old Zhu."

"Let’s visit Lu Yao’s tea shop for a cup of milk tea."

Zhang Fusheng slowly wiped the bloodstains from his hands, smiling as he spoke.